You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That’s the end’a little girl
Just walk away, Renee
And it hurts my soul, cause I can’t let go all these walls are cavin in
I can’t stop my sufferin
I hate to show that I’ve lost control cause I,
I keep goin right back to the one thing that I need to walk away from
I need to get away from ya, need to walk away from ya get away, walk away, walk away
You’d better take my ad-vice,
A black cat crossed your path–twice.
The moon came out next to the sun,
Then you opened up an umbrella in a room–
You’d better run, run, run.
When you believe in things you don’t understand
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain’t the way
Seems there’s plans for everyone
The day will come and we will know
We all are tied in with each other
Everyone brothers
One great flow
Thinking about things I don’t understand
Thinking about things I don’t understand
How tides control the sea and what becomes of me
How little things can slip out of your hands
How often people change, no two remain the same
Why things don’t always turn out as you plan
These are things that I don’t understand
Yeah, these are things that I don’t understand
I have climbed highest mountain
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
Look for the union label
when you are buying that coat, dress or blouse.
Remember somewhere our union’s sewing,
our wages going to feed the kids, and run the house.
We work hard, but who’s complaining?
Thanks to the I.L.G. we’re paying our way!
So always look for the union label,
it says we’re able to make it in the U.S.A.!
Workin’ for a livin’
(Workin’)
Workin’ for a livin’
(Workin’)
Workin’ for a livin’, livin’ and workin’
I’m taking what they’re giving ‘cause I’m workin’ for a livin’
Hey I’m not complainin’ ‘cause I really need the work
Hittin’ up my buddy’s got me feelin’ like a jerk
Hundred dollar car note, two hundred rent
I get a check on Friday, but it’s all ready spent
Everybody’s working for the weekend
Everybody wants a new romance
Everybody’s goin’ off the deep end
Everybody needs a second chance, oh
Im gettin bugged driving up and down the same old strip
I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip
My buddies and me are getting real well known
Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone
The foreman tells what to do
He really hates me, says I’ve ruined his mood
I put a thumb tack in his shoe–
Watched him hop around for a week,
Like a bullfrog on a beach.
I didn’t anticipate he’d investigate
All the evidence points to me
Now that’s the end of our being mates…
Get workin’, work work work!
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho,
It’s home from work we go!
It’s just drinks after work
He drinks a whiskey drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times
Ein Prosit, ein Prosit
Der Gemütlichkeit
Ein Prosit, ein Prosit
Der Gemütlichkeit.
OANS ZWOA DREI! G’SUFFA!
One: say your prayers,
And Two: close your eyes,
And Three: safe and happily fall asleep.
1 for the cockpit blues
2 for the Panzer crews
3 for the vast and molten sky
4 for the failed talks
5 for the knives and forks
6 for forbidden kicks
All the yobbos in the sticks
Uno, dos
One, two, tres, cuatro!